Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Torment.

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If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. The swift movement, so much coercion in every strike. Gustave rained blows onto Lion as if he meant to smash him into the very earth. Each didn't just want the other dead, they wanted him shattered, obliterated, nothing left to bury.

(Y/n) witnessed from afar in Jame's persistent grip, the bloodshed that had unveiled itself from a monstrous build-up from over time.

In a baffled haze of various voices and hollers being resonated around the battle. (Y/n) wept into Jame's as she watched the one she loved most get wounded more and more by the second and not posses the capability to halt such warfare.

"Gustave...!" (Y/n) mourned, having a hasty attempt to escape Jame's arms; To no avail of course. "(Y/n)... Please. I can't let you go, you'll get yourself hurt, lass." Jame's utters, maintaining (Y/n) back and pulling further away from the conflict.

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A sudden gush of pain jolted throughout Lion's body as Gustave had struck a vital point. Lion's stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to almost buckle underneath his weight. Though - it wasn't long before Lion fell onto the floor, shutting himself down into the fetus position to protect his vital organs. Gustave observed the withered man collapse as he soon followed after, descending onto his knees with a thud. His tongue soaked in the taste of blood. He peered his distorted face and view over to (Y/n) who had dismay and fear etched onto her features.

With both men being heavily bruised and winded, Gustave's rough hands seizes Lion's collar, his mind howled out at the suffering that seared up through his body. Every thought he just had became disordered as the passionate pain trounced up his body that he could only describe as a scalding flame.

Though Gustave was intoxicated with emotion and pain, he had no intention of ever halting. His hatred toward Lion dyed his soul; he allowed it to spread throughout his entire system, shutting his other feelings down and permitted his hate to become the central part of him alone.

Hatred becomes a sickness of the mind, and of the heart. For where hatred has claimed possession, there is no room for love. Left unchecked, hate can completely poison the soul.

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Before Gustave could land one final blow, Jame's had liberated (Y/n) from his grasp and promptly attached herself on to the debilitated French-man. Gustave feebly gazes up, his eyes askew, allowing them to once again bound themselves to (Y/n). Who heeded the flesh rupture of his lip and brow, and the mild crimson liquid that escapes from the barrier and seeps away from the wound. Thick beads crawling as brisk as it travels, etching red streaks that crisp with advancing time.

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Jame's positions Gustave's withered body against the wall to support him, releasing Lion who's breathing was shallow yet painful, both men scarcely remaining conscious. (Y/n) approaches Gustave with apprehension, kneeling down in front of him. His orbs declined heavily, as did his condition. Having (Y/n) being the last thing he perceives before his vision fades to obscurity.

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*Skip*

Gustave wake's up faster than a cat in ice-water, every sense urging him to claw his way to standing. However, he scarcely shifts from the restricted foundation of the hospital bed.

Groaning as he jerks up too promptly, grasping onto his bare bandaged abdomen, his lip stitched, his head bandaged. He attempts to scan the room as if his orbs were in pursuit of something.

Nothing but an empty room.

Gustave gradually declines back into the pillow, tears beginning to well in his sombre orbs. Brick by brick, his walls came tumbling down, all his defences washed away in those saline tears. Each tear racing one another down his marred cheeks.

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"Gustave...?" a faint voice utters. Gustave knew precisely who owned that voice and being too disappointed within himself to face her.

He simply turned his head away from her, "Gustave it's okay..." approaching him and kneeling down next to his bed, she delicately caresses his arm. "I'm sorry..." He sorely heaves himself up from the bed. Tears continuing to race down his bruised cheeks.

(Y/n) delicately pulls him into her, he began to sob into her chest unceasingly, hands clutching at her jacket. She held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked her chest. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed back into the bed, his howls of misery worsening. The pain coming in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of pain. 

"You have nothing to apologise for. I'm just glad you'e awake... You took quite a few bad hits there. As did Lion too, more severely to say the least..."  (Y/n) remarks, daintily stroking back his grey strands behind his ears. "I'm sincerely sorry for what I did... What he said- I.."  "Gustave it's alright. You don't need to explain yourself. However, I have one quick question... You know, what we usually need to ask. From a scale of one-to-ten. Your pain?"    "Eight..."  Gustave utters, cringing at his own pain. "I'll up your dosage..."

"(Y/n)... I'm so sorry..."  Gustave utters, his tears unceasing. To (Y/n) when he cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. It pained her to see such a well composed man break down to a million shards, his guards  breached. In addition, the agony he is enduring.  "Please, do not apologise. Though... If I have permission to ask. What had even happened...? No need to answer right now if you're unable to." (Y/n) queries.

"I was in the process of doing his bloods and he had brought something up about you and our unborn child... And..and I just lost it." Gustave clenches his fists distressingly, the bruises and cuts showing their vibrancy.  "Can I please leave and just go back to the bedsit? I hate being bound motionless..." Gustave's  tone deepening from the strain of his voicebox. "Unfortunately... you cannot. Not until I know you're stable enough. Besides, I'll stay with you..." (Y/n) mutters, placing herself in the chair next to his bed, having a soft grasp of his hand.

Gustave peers upwards at the ray of light.  His heart  pounding and mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into his carotid.
He strains at the light beaming into his orbs, inhaling profoundly he gazes back down lovingly at his most cherished. "I have to tell you something Lion told me..." (Y/n) provided a humming sound, signifying that she was listening, cocking a brow.

"Lion said he was infected."

ok this is absolutely bullshit. But they ya go.
I have a question.
I've been thinking of implementing Gustave's P.O.V occasionally. Yay - nay?  Yein - nein? :)
Anyhow. Have a good day/night!!! <3